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THE WHOLE TRUTH 



A COMEDY IN ONE ACT 

FOR FIVE MEN AND FOUR WOMEN 



BY 

LINDSEY BARBEE 

AUTHOR OF 

''After the Game/' ''At the End of the Rainbow/' "The Dream That 

Came True/' "The Fifteenth of January/' "Then Greek Met Greek/' 

"Her First Scoop/' "The Kingdom of Heart's Content/* 

"The Promise of Tomorrow/' "Sing a Song of Seniors/' 

"The Thread of Destiny/' "Tomorrow at Ten/' "A 

Trial of Hearts/' "When the Clock Strikes 

Twelve/' "hi the College Days/' "Little Men 

and Women in Stageland/' etc. 




CHICAGO 

T. S. DENISON & COMPANY 

Publishers 



THE W HOLE TRUTH 

CHARACTERS. 
(Named in order of appearance.) 

Amy Ross Miss Falkners secretary. 

Barclay .Miss Falkners chauffeur 

Phyllis Falkner An heiress 

Mrs. Hathaway Her companion 

Alphonse .A butler 

Reginald Brooke : . .A suitor 

Montmorency Montmain A poet 

Mrs. Montmain . . . . ; His wife 

Lord Harding Another suitor 

Flace— -Sun Parlor of a Fashionable Hotel. 

Time — Midsummer Eve. 

Time of Playing — About Forty Minutes. 

CHARACTERS AND COSTUMES. 

Amy — Bright, attractive and exceedingly well-bred. 
Wears simple summer gown. 

Phyllis — -Beautiful and stately in appearance but ill at 
ease in her new role. Wears elaborate evening gown. 

Mrs. Hathaway — Haughty, affected, drawling in speech 
in her imposed character; in reality, free and easy, care- 
less and slangy. Wears elaborate evening gown. Hair 
slightly gray. 

Mrs. Montmain — Meek, timid and at first merely an 
echo of her husband ; later, self-assertive. Wears evening 
gown which, is not so elaborate as the others. 

Barclay — Energetic, attractive and thoroughly manly. 
Chauffeur suit. 

Alphonse — Conventional butler attire. 

Reginald — Simple and natural. Evening clothes. 

Mr. Montmain — Pompous, egotistical and flamboyant 
at first; later, weak and quite spineless. Evening clothes. 

Lord Harding — English in appearance and speech. 
Evening clothes and monocle. 

copyright, 1917, BY EBEN H. NORRIS. 



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THE WIlOl.]-; TRL'TII 



^ . STORY OF THE PLAY. 

Phyllis Falkncr inherits a large fortune from an h^.nL;lish 
nobleman to whom she has acted as secretary. A peculiar 
feature of the will entitles Lord Harding, the family son 
and heir, who has supposedly been killed in battle, to a 
share of the estate, should he ever return — provided that, 
within a year, he weds Miss Falkner. The heiress, over- 
wdielmed by her sudden notoriety and besieged by fortune 
hunters, flees to America and, acting on impulse, persuades 
a working girl who is in need of a vacation to impersonate 
her at a fashionable summer hotel. The supposed Miss 
Falkner gives a dinner in honor of Lord Harding who has 
suddenly appeared, declaring that the report of his death 
was false — and one of the guests asks that she, as hostess, 
make a wdsh in honor of Midsummer Eve since any wdsh 
on that night of elves and fairies is sure to be granted. At 
the suggestion of her secretary, Miss Ross (in reality the 
heiress), Miss Falkner wishes that, during the evening, noth- 
ing but the truth be revealed. The atmosphere changes ; 
each one fully and frankly speaks his mind. Complexities 
arise, difficulties are straightened and the mystery of the 
heiress is solved before the magic gift is withdrawn. 



PROPERTIES. 

Rugs appropriate to a sun parlor. Wicker furniture 
upholstered in cretonne of bright colors — three chairs and 
a long seat. Wicker table with books and flowers. Wicker 
piano lamp with cretonne shade. Palms, flowers and scarf 
for Amy. Basket of flowers and book for Barclay. Lor- 
gnette for Mrs. Hathaway. Cigarette-case, watch, papers 
and rnonocle for Lord Harding. 



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SCENE PLOT. 





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i Door 1 ^^ 

Piano Lamp 


1 French l_ 
'window' 




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Door 
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Chair n Q 
Table 


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STAGE DIRECTIONS. 

R, means right of the stage; C, center; R. C, right cen- 
ter; L., left; [/.£., upper entrance; L,2E,, entrance down 
stage, etc. ; up stage, away from footlights ; down stage, near 
footlights. The actor is supposed to be facing the audience. 



THE WHOLE TRUTH 



Scene: — Sun-parlor in a siuiuiicr hold. Open frciich 
window of L. of C. in F. revealing landscape drop. Door or 
archway to hall R. of C. in F. Door or archway to private 
dining room dozvn R. Palms for R. U. E. and L. U . E. 
Bright rugs and wicker furniture upholstered in cretonne — 
a long seat down L., a table with books and flowers at C. 
Chairs R. and L. of table and down R. Tall piano lamp 
R. of C. in F. zi'itJi bright shade. Stage is illuminated for 
late afternoon. 

Discovered, Amy^ arranging flowers in vase on table. 

Enter Barclay at hall door. 

Barclay {crossing to Amy with fancy basket of flowers). 
Here are the flowers, Miss Ross. 

Amy {turning). Oh Barclay — you startled me! {As 
she glances at the flowers.) How lovely! {Takes the 
basket.) The hotel florist has quite surpassed himself. 

Barclay. I'm not generous enough to allow him that 
distinction. I arranged them myself. 

Amy. Really? Your clever fingers are always working 
miracles. 

Barclay. A chauffeur must be a Jack-of-all-trades, you 
know. 

Amy. But a Jack-of-all-trades is not necessarily — 
artistic. 

Barclay {laughing). Do you mean that / am artistic? 

Amy. In many ways. Were I a feminine Sherlock 
Holmes, I should say that you had read much, traveled 
widely and observed minutely. 

Barclay. You're making me out a mystery. 

Amy. Maybe you are. 

Barclay {shafting his head). Not a bit of it! I'm 
merely an orainary British soldier, disabled by a bullet, 
laid low by typhoid and trying to recuperate. 

5 



6 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

Amy. In America. Why, so far? 

Barclay. Because, {After a pause.) Isn't that the 
answer approved by your sex ? 

Amy. And why a chauffeur ? 

Barclay. And why not a chauffeur? Work in the open 
is what I need. 

Amy {as she takes a hook from his pocket). For a 
chauffeur, 'The Guide for Mechanicians" would be much 
more practical than — Browning. {Holds up book.) 

Barclay {taking the hook). But I don't need a guide 
book and I do need a Browning. 

Amy. Relaxation, I suppose. 

Barclay. Exactly. Relaxation. {Replaces book in 
pocket.) 

Amy {moving to door dozvn R.). Come, turn your 
glance upon my dinner table. {Points within.) Your 
basket will be the finishing touch. {He joins her.) 

Barclay {whistling). Jove, that's ripping! An intimate 
little dinner of — one — two — three — six covers ! {Sud- 
denly.) Aren't you in this? 

Amy. Why should I be? Not only would Miss Falk- 
ner's secretary be a quiet wren among gay-plumaged birds 
but it would be a social faux pas for the ambitious hostess. 

Barclay. And to think that you, with your brains and 
your breeding, are forced to submit to this crude, untutored 
adventuress. 

Amy {raising hand). Remember — you are speaking of 
my employer. 

Barclay. And mine. {Bows.) 1 beg your pardon — 
and hers. {After a moment.) But, seriously — why don't 
you break away from it? 

Amy. Daily bread is a necessity — and heiresses are not 
achieved every day. 

Barclay {crossing to chair R. of table). Do you believe 
the story of this Phyllis Falkner? {Leans on back of chair.) 

Amy. Why not? It is no stranger than those of other 
unexpected heiresses. 

Barclay. Perhaps I have not heard it correctly. 



THE WHOLE TRUTH 7 

Amy. I think you have. The pajxTs — for once — provcMl 
authentic and rehablc. 

Barclay. Would you mind rcpcatini^ it to mc — as you 
know it? 

Amy (seating herself in chair douni R.) Certainly not. 
Phyllis Falkner was the penniless secretary of an old En^^^- 
lish nobleman whose only son, Lord Harding, had answered 
the country's call to arms. The reported death of the son 
proved a blow from which the old father never recovered, 
and in his need and loneliness he turned to the equally lonely 
girl to whom he soon became deeply attached. Upon his 
death it was found that his entire fortune had been left to 
Miss Falkner — with one condition. (Hesitates.) 

Barclay. Yes ? 

Amy. That should the report of the son's death prove 
false — and the son himself return — half of the heritage 
should immediately revert to him, provided — 

Barclay. Another provision? 

Amy. An important one : namely, the forfeiture of his 
half should he fail to wed Miss Falkner within a year after 
his return. 

Barclay. But suppose Miss Falkner happened to marry 
before his return? 

Amy. The will forced her to wait five years ; ample time 
for Lord Harding to return were he still alive. 

Barclay (crossing to L.). Preposterous! Unfair! How 
could any father demand such a sacrifice? 

Amy. You must remember that he had learned to love 
this girl as his own daughter. 

Barclay. Granted ; but why such an unnecessary entan- 
glement of two lives? (Stands before her.) 

Amy. Doubtless an old man's desire to unite the two of 
whom he was most fond. 

Barclay. She probably was clever enough to coax him 
into such an arrangement. 

Amy. Let us give her the benefit of the doul)t. H she 
were a schemer, vv^ould she not have thwarted the provision 
for the possible return of the son? 



8 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

Barclay. Such a provision meant a title. You must 
grant that from any standpoint affairs are advantageous for 
her. 

Amy. You seem interested. 

Barclay. I am. A man couldn't be Miss Falkner's 
chauffeur for six weeks without wondering how she ob- 
tained such a hold over her benefactor. She hasn't brains 
—nor culture. 

Amy (quickly). But she has looks — you must acknowl- 
edge that. 

Barclay (impatiently) . You women are all alike — looks 
constitute everything. 

Amy. We take our cue from the men. 

Barclay. Oh, no you don't! For not every man cares 
for a pretty face without an accompaniment of gray matter. 

Amy. But you can't deny that a pretty face is an open- 
ing wedge. 

Barclay. It was in this case, anyway — and an entire 
fortune is no poor reward. 

Amy (after a pause). An entire fortune! Then you 
haven't seen the papers? 

Barclay. I've been on two days' leave in the city and 
haven't had time to look at a paper. 

Amy (rising). And you haven't heard? (Crosses to table 
and puts basket upon it.) 

Barclay. Heard what? 

Amy (facing audience). That Lord Harding arrived here 
yesterday morning. 

Barclay (crossing to her right). Lord Harding? Im- 
possible ! 

Amy. Nothing is impossible, it seems. The report of 
his death was false. Upon returning home he learned the 
true state of affairs- — and set sail immediately for America. 

Barclay. Is he the — real thing? 

Amy. He appears to be. Flaunts the family crest and 
produces papers that seem conclusively to prove his identity. 
(Sits L. of table.) 



Till-: WllOLl-: TRUTH 9 

Barclay (wliistling). So he's lavii\i^ sic^i^e to llu' licircss? 
(Sits R. of table.) 

Amy. He has turned his l)cittcrics full upon Ikt. The 
wooing is fast and furious. 

Barclay. And Miss Falkner? 

Amy. I can't say. As you know, she has a gift of mask- 
ing her emotions. 

Barclay. You are kind to put it that way. I'd call it 
plain stupidity. 

Amy (reprovingly). Barclay! 

Barclay. Is young Brooke still in the running? 

Amy. Apparently. The rivals meet tonight — for the din- 
ner is in Lord Harding's honor. 

Barclay. And the other guests ? 

Amy. Mrs. Hathaway, the inevitable chaperone. (He 
makes a grimace.) Mr. Montmain, the poet — and incident- 
ally the social lion of the place — and — sad but necessary — 
his wife. 

Barclay (in disgust). That cad of a Montmain. 

Amy. Isn't he? And yet — how can a cad be a poet? 

Barclay (laughingly). Another mystery for you. 

Amy. Perhaps so. 

Barclay (suddenly rising and going to the hack of her 
chair). What a beastly artificial atmosphere it is — not the 
place for you — not the people you should be thrown with. 
Come away, Amy — come away — with me! (Leans over 
her. ) 

Amy (rising and facing him). Barclay! Barclay! 

Barclay. Oh, you've seen how it is with me — you must 
have seen ! I haven't much to ofifer you — I can't promise you 
a cent — but I've my health — and I'll make you happy. 

Amy (clasping her hands). Oh, do you mean it — do you 
mean it? 

Barclay (taking her hands). Oh, you know that I mean 
it — you know that I've loved you from the first — the very 
first! 

Enter Phyllis from hall. 

Phyllis (in surprise). Why, Barclay! 



10 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

Barclay (releasing Amy's hands ^ turning and bowing). 
Miss Falkner. 

Phyllis. I have just sent my maid for the flowers. 

Barclay. I thought Miss Ross might be ready — so I 
brought them myself. 

Amy. Lovely, aren't they? {Takes basket from table.) 

Barclay {courteously). Your maid is doubtless looking 
for me. With your permission I'll put an end to her search. 
{Exit, hall door,) 

Phyllis {looking after him). Ain't he got lovely man- 
ners? 

Amy {in distress). Oh — oh — oh! What did I tell you 
about ain't f 

Phyllis {correcting herself with an effort). Isn't. 

Amy. And you must not use got. Now say it over. 

Phyllis. Hasn't he lovely manners ? 

Amy. That's better. If you'll just stop to think — 

Phyllis {combing down C. to table). But, Miss Ross, I 
can't think of everything at the same time, and the talking 
does frighten me so. 

Amy. Haven't you been getting on nicely of late? 

Phyllis. Pretty well. Unless I am asked a question, 
I say, ^^Really!" ^^My word!" and ^Tancy now!" just as 
you told me. 

Amy. That's good. Do you raise your eyebrows? 

Phyllis {raising eyebrows). Oh yes — and shrug my 
shoulders — so! {Shrugs her shoulders.) 

Amy. You are quite perfect. And there's no real reason 
to be frightened, you know. 

Phyllis {anxiously). But, tonight! What shall I do 
tonight? I've never given a dinner and I'm sure to do the 
wrong thing. {Sits R. of table.) 

Amy. Not at all. Do just as you've been doing and 
everything will come out all right. 

Phyllis. But I'm the first to eat — 

Amy. I'll explain the forks. 

Phyllis. And a hostess must talk, mustn't she ? 



THE WHOLE TRUTH 11 

Amy. Not necessarily. The guests are u.suall}- glad 
enough to assume the responsibility. 

Phyllis. But when they first come in — 

Amy. Now don't get excited. Til tell you just what to 
say. {Places basket on table.) Now, let's pretend that Ah-. 
Brooke is coming in. 

Phyllis. Oh, you needn't mind al)out Air. Brooke. I 
can manage hiui. 

Amy. Then why bother about the others? 

Phyllis (consciously). Oh, Reggie — Mr. Brooke I mean 
— is different — that's all. 

Amy {understandingly) . Oh — I — see! Then we'll take 
Mrs. Montmain. Watch now. (Phyllis turns and iL^atches 
her as she advances tozvard hall door with outstretched 
hand.) Oh, dear Mrs. Montmain — it is indeed a pleasure 
to have you as my guest. 

Phyllis. But it ain't — isnt^ I mean — a pleasure. 

Amy. a hostess must always make believe, you know. 

Phyllis. Go on. I can remember that speech without 
your saying it again. 

Amy (again with outstretched hand). And Mr. Mont- 
main! I've just been reading your sonnet upon Sunrise. 

Phyllis (rising). But I haven't been reading it. I can't 
understand his stuff Miss Ross — and that's all there is about 
it. (Goes to Amy.) 

Amy (soothingly). Never mind. Just pretend you do. 
Clasp your hands — so — (clasps hands) and say, ^'Tell me — 
is it not symbolic of the potentialities within ourselves?" 

Phyllis (miserably). Say that again. 

Amy. Tell me — is it not symbolic of the potentialities — ■ 

Phyllis (interrupting). What's the word? 

Amy (slowly). Po-ten-ti-al-ities within ourselves? 
(Phyllis repeats the sentence mechanically.) That's quite 
as it should be. Now for his lordship. 

Phyllis. Give me a good one for him — he gets on my 
nerves. 

Amy (pondering). Let's — see. Suppose you make it 
short and simple. (As she advances toward hall door.) 



12 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

Lord Harding, America is always very glad to have the op- 
portunity of welcoming England. 

Phyllis. That suits me. Now how do we go out to 
dinner? 

Amy. Alphonse will announce, "Dinner is served.*' Then 
you are to turn to Lord Harding like this — (turns) and say, 
*'What a pity that the orchestra can't be playing 'Hands 
Across the Sea' as we lead the procession." (Takes arm 
of imaginary partner and walks toward dining-room door.) 

Phyllis. Let me try that to be sure. (Imitating every 
tone and gesture that Amy has used.) "What a pity that 
the orchestra can't be playing 'Hands Across the Sea' as we 
lead the procession." (Turns and looks hack at Amy.) Is 
that all? 

Amy. That's all. The others will follow your lead. 
(Returns to table and takes basket of flowers.) Now sup- 
pose we place our centerpiece and learn all about the forks. 
(Exeunt Phyllis and Amy, door down R.) 

Enter Mrs. Hathaway from hall. 

Mrs. H. (looking around). PhylHs? 

Phyllis (from dining-room). Yes, Mrs. Hathaway. 

Mrs. H. (coming to C). Come hook my belt. I just 
ain't got the nerve to let that maid of yours see how hard 
it is to get my clothes fastened. (Phyllis enters and stands 
back of her.) Steady, now, while I draw in. (Drazvs in 
her breath.) Got it, didn't you? This bein' swell is all right 
in its way, but it ain't comf'table. What with gloves that 
are stoppin' my circulation and shoes that were made for 
a hummin' bird — 

Amy enters from dining-room. 

Mrs. H. Oh, Miss Ross. (Raises her lorgnette, affects 
a grande dame air and speaks drawiingly.) Phyllis, you 
didn't tell me that Miss Ross was receiving with us. 

Phyllis (hastily). Miss Ross has been arranging the 
flowers. 

Amy (turning as she reaches the hall door). And ex- 
plaining the forks ! (Exit.) 



Tin-, W'llOLl-: TKi- 111 13 

Mrs. H. {returmncj to her foniicr Jiianiicr). Ain't she 
the swell dame? Exphiinin' the forks — as if we (h(hi't 
know! {Walks to L.) 

Phyllis. We dont. Miss Ross tells mc everything; to 
do. {Drops listlessly in ehair R. of table.) 

Mrs. H. And looks just about as important as that there 
hail-the-conquering-hero-comes chauffeur of yours. For 
hig-h and mighty and stuck-on-themselves servants, Phyllis, 
nobody's got you beat. {Seats herself on seat down L.) 

Phyllis. Don't it all seem strange? 

Mrs. H. Strange F Why, I speiid half of my time 
pinch.in' myself to see if I'm real — and not in my two-by- 
four, cookin' over a gas jet and pastin' handkerchiefs on a 
window pane. {Sighs and settles back.) Say, Phyllis, it's 
no easy job to think of you as an heiress — a regular heiress, 
same as you read of in books. 

Phyllis. Sometimes I think Til never get used to it. 

Mrs. H. {sitting up straight). Now that's plum foolish- 
ness. Look at me settlin' down in this gilded cage as if I'd 
been born to it. And it's thanks to you that I'm a-getfin' 
the chance — just to think that you'd make me a partner in 
all this high livin'. 

Phyllis. You were good to me once. 

Mrs. H. But, takin' you in when you were minus a job 
didn't need no such reward as this. 

Phyllis. An heiress needs chaperoning, you know. 

Mrs. H. And I guess you'll have to hand it to me that 
when it comes to h.obnobbin' with crowned heads, nobody 
gets ahead of yours truly. 

Phyllis. You do seem to get on with Lord Harding. 
{Sighs.) I wish / could. 

Mrs. H. Now, see here, Phyllis, if you've got any silly 
notion about Reggie Brooke in your mind, get it out. 

Phyllis {weakly, on the defensive). Reggie knows all 
the swells. 

Mrs. H. He may know all the swells, but he ain't wearin' 
a coronet. 



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Phyllis. Well, he's just as important here in America 
as Lord Harding is in England. 

Mrs. H. Don't you think it for a minute. 

Phyllis. Anyway — 

Mrs. H. Anyway — nothing! I've got a life-size picture 
of you wearin' a ta-ra-ra of pearls and havin' a royal trade- 
mark on all your stationery — and I ain't goin' to have that 
picture smashed. 

Enter Alphonse from hall. 

Alphonse. Mr. Brooke. 

Enter Reginald. Exit Alphonse. 

Mrs. H. {rising and hastening to him). Charming of you 
to come early, Mr. Brooke. 

Reginald {hastily shaking her hand and rushing to 
Phyllis). You don't mind, do you? {Takes her hand.) 
I wanted to see you — alone. 

Mrs. H. {following him). And ever since \ye've discov- 
ered the dear Duchess as a mutual friend, I've thought of 
a dozen things to ask you. {Takes arm and guides him to 

^ ^ Enter Alphonse. 

Alphonse. Mr. and Mrs. Montmain! 

Enter Mr. and Mrs. Montmain. Exit Alphonse. 

Phyllis {hastening to Mrs. Montmain). Oh, dear Mrs. 
Montmain — it is indeed a pleasure to have you as my guest. 
{Turns.) You know Mrs. Hathaway? (Mrs. Montmain 
zmth set smile makes her way to Mrs. Hathaway and 
Reginald and is greeted by them. Phyllis takes Mr. 
Montmain's outstretched hand.) Oh, Mr. Montmain, I've 
just been reading your sonnet upon Sunrise. 

Mr. M. {pompously). My dear young lady, I am most 
grateful, most delighted that — 

Phyllis {clasping her hands). Tell me — is it not sym- 
bolic of the potentialities within ourselves? 

Mr. Montmain {ecstatically). To think that you can 
feel with me — that you can understand — that you are a 



TTTK WIIOT.K TRUTH 15 

kindred soul! (As flicy make their ^eay toward the (jroul^ 
at L.) Maria? 

Mrs. M. (meekly). Yes, Montmorency? 

Mr. M. She understands — 

Mrs. M. Yes, Montmorency. 

Mr. M. (dramatically). She reahzes what it is that in- 
fuses my very being when I strive to put into words tlic 
symboHsm of nature. 

Mrs. M. (still more meekly). Yes, Montmorency. 

Mrs. H. Does it really hurt like that every time you 
write a poem? 

Phyllis. Mrs. Hathaway, won't you show Mr. and Mrs. 
Montmain the view from the garden ? It might help him to 
write another poem. ( Unzmllingly Mrs. Hathaway escorts 
the MoNTMAiNS outside the French windozv, zvhere they 
stand, quite visible to audience. Reginald hurries to Phyl- 
lis. They ztnthdraw to R. 2 E.) 

Reginald (shortly). What are you going to do about 
this English chap? 

Phyllis (zveakly gadfig at him). What do you mean? 

Reginald (impatiently) . Don't pull off any of that baby 
stare business. You know what he's after. (After a pause.) 
Well, what are you going to do ? 

Phyllis. I don't knovv^ — oh, I don't know ! 

Reginald. Cut out the Britisher. 

Phyllis. But I feel that the money is really his. 

Reginald. Give it to him, then. 

Phyllis. You mean — 

Reginald. That I want you — money or no money. 

Phyllis (in a tremble). Oh, Reggie — Reggie — tliat 
sounds too good to be true! 

Reginald. But it is true. (Takes her hand.) Xoz^', 
what are you going to do ? 

Phyllis (happily). Don't you know — without my tell- 
ing you? 

Enter Mrs. Hathaway and the Montmains from the 
French zvindow. They hasten to Phyllis and Reginald. 

Mrs. H. (as they advance). Tell us how you do it, Mr. 



16 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

Montmain — how you write those wonderful, wonderful 
things. 

Mr. M. {thoughtfully). I first go into meditation, don't 
I, Maria? 

Mrs. M. {meekly). Yes, Montmorency. 

Mr. M. And when I am imbued with genius, I write 
down my thoughts fast and furiously. Isn't that correct, 
Maria ? 

Mrs. M. {meekly). Yes, Montmorency. 

Mr. M. And sometimes, when the frenzy of work is 
over, I am left in complete exhaustion. You often find me 
in total collapse, don't you, Maria? 

Mrs. M. {still more meekly). Yes, Montmorency. 

Enter Alphonse at hall. 
Alphonse. Lord Harding. 

Enter Lord Harding. Exit Alphonse. 

Phyllis {hastening to Lord Harding). Lord Harding, 
America is always glad to have the opportunity of welcom- 
ing England. {Turns.) You know Mrs. Hathaway? 

Mrs. H. {h owing deeply). Your lordship! 

Phyllis. And Mrs. Montmain? Mr. Montmain? {All 
how.) And Mr. Brooke? (Reginald glares.) 

Enter Alphonse from dining-room. 

Alphonse. Dinner is served. {Exit.) 

Phyllis {taking Lord Harding's arm). What a pity 
that the orchestra can't be playing 'Hands Across the Sea' 
as we lead the procession. 

{They pass into the dining-room followed by Mr. Mont- 
main and Mrs. Hathaway, Reginald and Mrs. Mont- 
main. The curtain is lowered for a moment to indicate a 
passage of two hours. It rises again upon Phyllis at C, 
Mrs. Hathaway and Mrs. Montmain at L. Almost im- 
mediately the gentlemen enter from^ dining-room, and cross 
to L. Phyllis starts to join group at L.) 

Lord H. Miss Falkner ? 

Phyllis. Yes ? 

Lord H. May I detain you a moment? 



. THE WHOLE TRUTH 17 

Phyllis. Certainly. (They li'alk to /v. 2 /T. 7.'liilc \i\:c.[- 
NALD and Mr. Montmain join group at L.) 

Lord H. Business takes me to the city tomorrow. 

Phyllis (nervously) . That is a short stay here. 

Lord H. But long enough for me to accomplish what I 
came for. 

Phyllis. And that? 

Lord H. I think you know. (Softly.) Have you an 
answer ready for me? 

Phyllis. You really w^ant it? 

Lord H. Why do you suppose I came to America? 

Phyllis. To get — your inheritance. 

Lord H. Don't put it that way. My first thought was 
to carry out my father's wishes. When I saw^ you, I knew 
it would be easy. 

Phyllis. But suppose you hadn't — w^ell — liked me? 

Lord H. Then I should have gone quietly away — with- 
out a word. 

Phyllis. So you want your answer? 

Lord H. (sentimentally) . I am waiting for that only. 

Phyllis. Then — I refuse. 

Lord H. (blankly). I — ^beg — your — pardon? 

Phyllis. I say I refuse. 

Lord H. (seizing her arm). You can't mean that. 

Phyllis (breaking azvay from him). I do mean it. I 
won't marry you — if that's any clearer. 

Lord H. (angrily). How dare you? 

Phyllis. How dare I what? 

Lord H. Keep my inheritance from me. 

Phyllis. Pm not keeping it from you — it's mine. 

Lord H. Not lawfully yours. (Comes closer.) Why, 
you've got to marry me! 

Phyllis. Never ! 

Lord H. (furiously). So it's your nice little scheme to 
keep all the money, is it? 

Enter Amy with scarf from hall. 

Phyllis. I don't want your old money — take it — all of it. 
Amy (crossing to them). I brought your scarf. Miss 



18 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

Falkner. I thought you might need it. Pardon me for 
interrupting. 

Phyllis (taking the scarf). Thank you, Miss Ross. 

Mr. M. (hurrying to them, followed by others). Ah, Miss 
Falkner — a discovery on our part. It is Midsummer Eve — 
a time dear to the hearts of fairies — of elves — and of poets ! 

Phyllis (mechanically). Really? 

Mr. M. And 'tis said that a wish made at .this mystic 
time is always granted. 

Phyllis (raising her eyebrows). Fancy, now! 

Mr. M. (pompously). So, Miss Falkner, as queen of our 
gathering tonight, it devolves upon you to make the fatal 
wish. 

Phyllis. Oh, I can't — I don't know what to say — I — 
(turning) Miss Ross, tell me what to wish. 

Amy. Suppose you wish that for this evening each one 
of your guests speaks ''the truth, the whole truth and noth- 
ing but the truth." 

Mrs. H. (to Amy.) Why, how dare you? 

Mr. M. a most remarkable wish ! 

Phyllis (clapping her hands). Oh, just the thing — just 
the thing! 

Mrs. H. (protesting). Phyllis! 

Phyllis. Hush — all of you! (Slowly and seriously). 
I wish that on this evening each one of my guests will speak 
''the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth!" 
(Phyllis sinks into chair down R., Amy retires just out- 
side of French window, Mrs. Montmain sits L. of table. 
Mrs. Hathaway goes to Lord Harding and slips her hand 
through his arm. Reginald stands back of Phyllis' chair.) 

Mrs. H. How absurd ! Phyllis is so kind-hearted, Lord 
Harding, that she agrees to everything that creature says. 
(Leads him to seat down L., where they seat themselves.) 
Mr. Montmain, suppose you write us a beautiful ode to 
Midsummer — that will be much better. 

Mr. M. (sinking heavily into chair R. of table). I never 
wrote a line of poetry in my life. 

Mrs. H. (laughing). Listen to the man! Genius is so 



Tiir: wiioLr: i^rutii 19 

modest! Now we'll give you just five uiiiuitrs io couipose 
a lovely verse. 

Mr. M. (pceThlily). I tell }-ou I never wrote :i line of 
poetry in my life. 

Mrs. H. (aJLviousIy). Mr. Montniain ! ^7)u're ill! 

Mr. M. No, I'm not — I'm just telling the truth.. 

Phyllis (in surprise). But your book that everybody's 
raving about ! 

Mr. M. Maria wrote it. 

Phyllis. What! 

Mrs. M. (coTiiplacently) . Oh, yes, I wrote it — I've writ- 
ten all his poems. He couldn't rhyme a word to save his 
life and he doesn't know pentameter from Sanskrit. 

Mrs. H. {puzzled). But the hour of meditation — 

Mrs. M. {vigorously). Meditation — nothing! Just plain 
loafing, that's all. 

Phyllis. And the complete exhaustion — 

Mrs. M. {sniffing). Smoking cigarettes and sleeping one's 
stupid self away is apt to result in exhaustion. 

Mr. M. {plaintively) , Maria has the brains. 

Mrs. M. And he has the nerve. He likes notoriety — I 
don't — and there we are ! 

Mr. M. {wiping his eyes). 'Tis a cruel blow that you 
should know this, Mrs. Hathaway! You have been such an 
admirer of my — our — I should say — Maria's work ! 

Mrs. H. Not for a minute ! Why, I couldn't read that 
stufif at the point of a pistol. Me for the yellow backs ! 

Mrs. M. {in surprise). Mrs. Hathaway! I don't under- 
stand. 

Mrs. H. No, of course you don't. Maybe when I tell 
you that I'm Birdie Brett, who used to do imitation stunts 
on the Peerless Vaudeville Circuit, you'll see why I made 
such a hit as a swell dame. 

Mrs. M. {in horror). To think that a woman of your 
age— 

Mrs. H. Now go slow on the age, friend Maria. This 
hair ain't so gray as it looks — these wrinkles ain't no sign 
of age and my feet ain't hurtin' from rheumatiz but from 



20 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

shoes that are three sizes too little. {Kicks off slippers with 
a sigh of relief.) Don't tell the Duchess, Reggie! 

Reginald. I don't know the Duchess — I don't know any 
of the swells. I was never in a hotel before— and my real 
name's Tom BHss. 

MRS..H. What's that? 

Reginald. I've worked hard all my life and when I had 
saved up a little I made up my mind to have one big vaca- 
tion, even if it cost me a year's savings. So I bought all 
these clothes — I pretended to be somebody — 

Phyllis. Reggie! 

Reginald. And in reality I'm floor walker at a salary of 
twelve and a half plunks a week. 

Phyllis {rising). Reggie! 

Reginald. Oh, I've been a cad ; I know it. I'm sorry — 
and if I hadn't really cared for you, Miss Falkner — 

Phyllis. Don't! Don't call me that — for it ain't my 
name. I'm Mame Maroney and I'm at Overhead and Un- 
derfoot's Emporium — glove counter — second aisle to the 
right! 

Lord H. {rising). What do you mean? 

Phyllis. Just what I say. I'm not Miss Falkner — I'm 
just her figurehead. She bought me — all — this — she's given 
me this grand vacation. But I'm tired of it all — I'm tired — 
and I'm going back with Reggie ! (Reginald takes her out- 
stretched hands.) 

Mrs. H. Well, Mame — you've gone and done it now! 
(Barclay appears in hall door.) 

Mr. M. {weakly). Astonishing! Most astonishing! 

Lord H. {in thunderous tones). Then — who is Miss 
Falkner ? 

Amy enters from French window. 

Amy. / am! {All rise.) Please be seated until I give 
my explanation. {Ladies are seated and Amy crosses in 
front of table and stands there.) You all know the story 
of my unexpected fortune — for that is my sole claim to 
notoriety. In order to escape publicity and fortune hunters 
I came to America, and found that the story of my inher- 



TIII-: WMIOLI- TRUTH 21 

itance had preceded nie. I did not care for the friends — 
and lovers — whom money attracts. To be frank, I had the 
desire to be sought and loved — for myself. 

Mr. M. Astonishing! Most astonishing! (Sits.) 

Amy. By chance I found Miss Maroney, longing for a 
vacation. The idea of having her impersonate me came as 
an inspiration. She agreed — she chose her friend as com- 
panion (indicating Mrs. Hatiiaw^av) — and the rest you 
know ! 

Mrs. H. Well, I never! (To Amy.) And so you're the 
real Miss Falkner! 

Amy. The real Miss Falkner — and very grateful to you 
all for helping me play my little game. 

Mrs. H. Grateful to its! We're the ones who ought to 
be handing thanks to you. What have you gotten out of it? 

Amy. Everything — everything — for I've learned that 
after all I, myself, count! 

Lord H. And Fve learned that fate has played me a cruel 
trick. {Takes step forzvard.) Miss Falkner! 

Amy {motioning him back). Please don't — for fate has 
been exceedingly kind, Lord Harding. 

Lord H. Let me explain. 

Enter Barclay. 

Barclay {striding to L. of table). Yes, let him explain. 
(Lord Harding gazes at him in mingled bciinldenncnt and 
terror,) And before you begin to speak, suppose you hand 
over my watch — and my cigarette case. 

Lord H. {forcing himself to speak). I don't understand. 

Barclay. Oh, yes you do. (After a nionient.) Fm 
waiting. {Slowly Lord Harding hands him a icatcli and 
cigarette case.) And now the papers which you found so 
useful. 

Lord H. {weakly). I have no papers. 

Barclay {quickly). You have them on your person. 
They are too valuable to you to be far off. (Lord Harding 
hands papers to him.) And now, before you go, you will 



22 THE WHOLE TRUTH 

tell these friends just who I am. (Lord Harding is silent,) 
Speak out. 

Lord H. (with an effort). You are — (hesitates), 

Barclay. Go on. 

Lord H. You are — Lord Harding ! 

Barclay. And we won't stop to introduce you or to say 
just why you left the army. When I was lying insensible 
on the field, you thought I was as good as gone, didn't you ? 
And that you might as well have my possessions.' And after 
you returned to England and heard of my father's bequest, 
it flashed into your mind that you might as well raise Lord 
Harding from the dead, impersonate him and win the heiress 
for yourself. Unfortunately for 3/0U, I wasn't dead — and 
I've had the pleasure of checking your little scheme. (Lord 
Harding walks unsteadily toward the door,) Yes — to leave 
us is best, Jones — and you're lucky to get ofif so easily. 
(Exit Lord Harding at hall door,) 

Mrs. H. Two Lord Hardings — two- Miss Falkners — my 
head's goin' round and round. 

Barclay. I owe you all an apology for forcing my own 
afifairs, but I have saved you from an impostor. I am the 
real Lord Harding. On learning of my father's strange will 
I came to America that I might see Miss Falkner for myself. 
I became her chaufifeur — and I soon became interested in 
another way. (Appealingly,) Amy — Phyllis — shall I tell 
them? 

Amy. Please do. 

Barclay. Miss Falkner has promised to be my wife. 
Until a few moments ago I knew her as Miss Ross, the sec- 
retary. She knew me only as Barclay, the chaufifeur. 

Amy. Wait a moment — please! I knew you were Lord 
Harding — the real Lord Harding — from the very first. 

Barclay (in amazement). You knew that I was Lord 
Harding ? 

Amy. Of course. Could I have been your father's sec- 
retary and constant companion without looking at your pho- 
tograph each day? Could I have listened to his stories of 



THE WllOLli TRUTH 23 

you — without loving you? Why, if you h.-uhi't coiiu- to mc — 
and wanted me — I should never have married — ncxcr! 

Barclay {stepping tozi'ard her). Phyllis! 

Amy {as she goes to Ii'nii). You see, I am telling- you 
"the truth, the whole truth and nothin<^^ l)ut the truth!'' 

{He takes her hands and they zualk slozdy tozcard and 
out of the French zvindoiv, disappearing from sight. Mr. 
and Mrs. Montaiain look after them in hezvilderment, Reg- 
inald and Phyllis become engrossed in each other and 
Mrs. Hathaway gazes haughtily through her lorgnette.) 

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Tableaux and Scenic Readings. 

New and novel; for all ages. 
Twinklihg Fingers and Sway- 
ing Figures. For little tots. 
Yuletfde Entertainments. 

A choice Christmas collection. 

MINSTRELS, JOKES 

Black American Joker. 

Minstrels' and end men's gags, 
A Bundle of Burnt Cork Comedy. 

Monologues, stump speeches, etc. 
Laughland,via the Ha-Ha Route. 

A merry trip for fun tourists. 
Negro IVIinstrels. 

All about the business. 
The New Jolly Jester. 

Funny stories, jokes, gags, etc. 

Large Illustrated Catalogrue Free 



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